WOW... I haven't written here in two weeks!  That's terrible.  So, the countdown is on till Christmas - I will blame that!  It does strange things to us all, this Silly Season.  Plus, my two adorable children :-) and their unwell dad (but not unwell enough to need to see a doctor or have a day off work but too unwell to participate in the typical daily family routine and figure he can just zone out and take naps whenever he merrily chooses) have been a fairly draining experience!  Nevermind, Motherhood goes above and beyond the call of duty, isn't that right?!?  It's my Labour of Love?!?!

I do have to mention here:  Nicole Richie and her rocker partner Joel Madden - or is he the other one?  I can never tell one twin from the other....

There is nothing I have against them and their two adorable children BUT an article in a woman's magazine (I forget which magazine, exactly... doesn't really matter, they are all full of the same cr%p!) left me feeling deflated, low and rather worthess recently.  Nicole is apparently in her element as a mother; she was born for the role and her two babies are her world.  Fair enough, mine are my world too - although some days I confess I wish I could switch them off for a little while and go to the toilet in peace. Mr Madden adores Nicole as his lover and for the wonderful mother she is: she never loses her cool, always has it together and makes motherhood look easy.  For this he loves her all the more.

So here I am, texting my man at 5pm on any given weekday, telling him to hurry up and get the hell home VERY soon because I'm about to completely lose my mind.  On a good day he'll walk in the door early enough to help with dinner/bath/bed, but lots of times I do it on my own.  Either way, whatever time he sees me I'm usually close to falling in an exhausted heap on the floor.

Does this mean he loves me all the less?